x x This city cracks the egg Over a bright blue pan, And bursts

This city cracks the egg
Over a bright blue pan,
And bursts the yolk to bleed
Golden across your skies.

This city can love you good and kind
If you just give it your lips,
And let it kiss you full and well—
But do not wince when the love goes down
A little too hard; a little too warm.

This city sleeps with one eye open,
And you should too—
Count the hearts it breaks,
The suns that might not rise.

This city is an ode
To insurmountable invisible walls
That tough it through the winter,
But shake at the tremble in your hands.

This city cuts across the land
Like a scar the world is ashamed of—
Ripping open and pouring out
All of the asphalt in your heart.

This city is unforgiving.
It lashes out in rainbow tones
And bruise-purpled hands.
Again and again and again.